BEYOND THE REJECTION
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He fell for someone who could never love him back...
When a mysterious new CID officer, Aarav Malhotra, enters the team, his constant clashes with Daya slowly transform into something Daya never expected. But when an unspoken feeling finally finds its voice, it is met with a heartbreaking rejection.
As Daya struggles to gather the shattered pieces of his heart, one person quietly stands beside him without asking for anything in return... Purvi.
Sometimes, the love that changes your life isn't the one you chase... it's the one that never leaves your side.
A story of rejection, healing, second chances, and discovering that true love begins beyond the rejection. ❤️🩹
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